You're a Grand Old Flag sing and play along

There's a feeling comes astealing, and it sets my brain areeling,

When I'm list'ning to the music of a military band;

Any tune like "Yankee Doodle" simply sets me off my noodle,

It's that patriotic something that no one can understand.

"Way down south, in the land of cotton,"

Melody untiring;

Ain't that inspiring?

Hurrah! Hurrah!

We'll join the jubilee,

And that's going some, for the Yankees,

by gum!

Red, White and Blue, I am for you;

Honest, you're a grand old flag!

You're a grand old flag, you're a highflying flag;

And forever, in peace, may you wave;

You're the emblem of the land I love,

The home of the free and the brave.

Ev'ry heart beats true, under Red,

White and Blue;

Where there's never a boast or brag;

But, should auld acquaintance be forgot,

Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

You're a grand old flag, you're a highflying flag;

And forever, in peace, may you wave;

You're the emblem of the land I love,

The home of the free and the brave.

Ev'ry heart beats true, under Red,

White and Blue;

Where there's never a boast or brag;

But, should auld acquaintance be forgot,

Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

You're a flag.